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My heart. Oh, my poor heart. It’s never had to deal with anything like this. It doesn’t know whether to explode or stop beating altogether. I turn and look at Killian, seated on the stool beside me. He’s dressed in jeans and a white T-shirt again, but this time he’s missing the Western boots and cowboy hat. All the masculine beauty and scorching sexuality are still there though, in spades. The woman on the stool on his other side stares at him with an unfurled tongue and heaving bosom. I say, “I got your note.” That’s all I can get out before my throat closes. Eyes burning, he watches me swallow. Watches as I struggle to pull myself together, turning away to blow out a hard breath. My heart pounds so hard it could be fatal. Having him this close to me after everything that happened la
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